All Is Race - There Is No

A Dark Horse, Which Had Never Been Thought Of, Rushed Past The Grandstand In Sweeping Triumph.

The Indulgence In Grief Is A Blunder.

With Words We Govern Men.

Luck Is What A Capricious Man Believes In.

Ah, Ireland... That Damnable, Delightful Country, Where Everything That Is Right Is The Opposite Of What It Ought To Be.